| I pull up your drive and I lay on the horn
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| Cling to the bottle that’s keeping me warm
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| Sweet whiskey Jesus I wish I weren’t born
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| You get up to leave and you hear in the dark
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| Those early evening arrows missing their mark
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| 'Cause they’re out to get you, but they don’t have the heart
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| You’re just another one of last summer’s dreams
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| Your eyes are blue, and your seas are green
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| Some small consolation you get for a while
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| So drink down your sorrows and their crooked ass smiles
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| If you want me you know where I’ll be
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| Putting past poisons gently to sleep
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| If you want me you know where I’ll be
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| Putting past poisons gently to sleep
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| There’s a fire inside that makes your blood run
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| The lovers who love you smell your smoke from your gun
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| You keep your confusion to your hell made for one
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| You’re just another one of last summer’s dreams
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| Your eyes are blue, and your seas are green
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| Some small consolation you get for a while
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| So drink down your sorrows and their crooked ass smiles
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| If you want me you know where I’ll be
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| Putting past poisons gently to sleep
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| If you want me you know where I’ll be
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| Putting past poisons gently to sleep |